章 777: The Gift of the Void

"B...World Line?"

Looking at the bronze machinery, Jiang Chen murmured.

To his surprise, the opposite seemed to be able to hear his voice.

There was no real sound in the empty enclosure. The metal-like friction sound seemed to be directly communicated to his mind. This kind of communication across dimension was surreal, too surreal to be described by words.

But Jiang Chen knew was that when he stood there, he could heard and be heard.

As simple as that.

"Yes, B World Line." The frictions of the metal made that voice sound cold, but he couldn't hear the emotions in that voice. "If we define our past time as A, then you are B, and there are hundreds of thousands of C, D, E... Parallel lines that never intersect now connected together because of a failed voyage, and it made us into a non-existent but ubiquitous specter."